I must have watched the empty walls for hours after school the next day, I didn't wanna go but school is mandatory in the Nim's household because we will be somebody. I almost decided to go to the kitchen and fix some sort of sandwich I didn't want but I voted against it when my thoughts got louder and forced me back under the sheets - again, lonely in the darkness.
This was like a ripple effect - the sadness and anxiety, boy problems and depression, it literally came in pairs and if bad enough, or the wrong kind of day, they'll come all at once uprooting my life and leaving me outstretched on the floor beside my bed.
"Beatrice, dinner!"
"Beatrice, call Cristina, she misses you!" Mama begged when it got really bad, shouting from the outside in. Mama, often turned to Cristina for assistance and Cristina would drive five hours from Ophelia, AL to sit in the rocking chair across from my bed and read song lyrics. Read them.
Tears don't last
The water was shallow. Nothing was there; it was empty. Just water. Crystal clear so I could see right through it and when it came to the things I wanted to understand, nothing appeared transparent. The water though reflecting the sunlight, conjured some cloudiness in the surface. It probably was the dirt that was drawing to close to the surface.
You'll keep fueling these memories as long as you decide to stay she'd tell me over an over again over.
I tried.
To leave, of course.
Miles is my first love, you can't just give up on your first love.
"No one is going to keep saving you, Bea. You're going to look up one day and see you've burned every bridge you've had with anyone."
Yes this is my sister, she reminds me this way so we keep walking around eachother in circles.
YOU ARE READING
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General FictionBeatrice Nims didn't know she was beautiful. Miles showed her that. They had a short living love before he disappeared. Just because it was short doesn't mean it didn't mean everything to her. It did. She spends month trying to figure out why he lef...